We need to get the blood results back before we know for certain chemo came begin. On Thursday his counts were still not high enough. Hopefully they are today. Tyler is seeing the light at the end of this long tunnel, and is very frustrated with any delay. He has actually been asking to start the chemo sooner. Can anyone blame him? Like Winston Churchill said, "If you are going through Hell, keep moving."
Brandon came home, so the whole family was together last night for dinner. There is nothing better than that. It is amazing all the things we took for granted before Tyler got cancer. Before we spent 5 1/2 months in the hospital.
Brandon was home to go with Erik and I to "The Big Game" at Spatterpark. It is a 7 hour long n0n-stop paintball war with over 1,200 participants. Two giant teams, 600 verses 600. It was a great day. We all took out a lot of guys, and only got hit a few times.
Erik did really good at his first real paintball war. A couple of years ago he wanted to go, but I thought he was too young. As a compromise I took the boys to a field and made Tyler, Travis, and Brandon run around in circles while Erik got to shoot at them. At first the older boys yelled at me, saying it was a stupid idea. But after a short time they were falling on the ground they were laughing so hard. Erik couldn't hit anything more than a few feet away. The 3 older boys just run around him dancing, laughing, and taunting him. No one got hit. Erik did a lot better at the Big Game.
At The Big Game, the last battle of the day is called "Rain of Paint", but it would more accurately be called the "Rain of Pain". It is the final battle, so you are not out if you get hit. You are in game until you are in so much pain for being hit that you don't want to play any more. Erik and Brandon were smart enough to skip the battle. I was not. I did good until I saw a guy from the other team behind a very large mound. I charged around the round, planning light him up with so many paint balls that he would run off the field. Great idea (in theory). Unfortunately, there were another 60 or 70 more guys with him. All I saw was a solid wall of paint balls coming at me. It hurt. It hurt a lot. They hit me about 100 times before I got aching bruised body off the field. It was a great day.
It was a day that almost seemed normal. Travis could not go because he has exams this week. Tyler also was working on school work. Kathy was doing other things (for some odd reason she does not like paintball). But then we gathered back at the end of the day for dinner and telling stories. A great day. I feel like we might be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Round 7 is a new mixture of chemo, so we do not know what the response will be. Round 8 will be duplicating round 6. It is still set up for out patient, with us giving the late night injections at home. As long as Tyler's body can battle the side effects, he will be home every night. It has been a long war, but Tyler continues to win every one of the battles. So here we are: